Albert Einstein dies and goes to heaven. Due to an unfortunate but temporary shortage in available housing, he is assigned to a dormitory. When he arrives at his room, he finds his four roommates anxiously awaiting. They are all eager to impress Einstein.

"My IQ is 150," boasts the first.
"Excellent," replies Einstein, "we shall be able to discuss my most recent thoughts on unified field theory."

"And my IQ is 125," adds the second.
Einstein is pleased. "Splendid. We must arrange a time to discuss advances in mathematics."

"My IQ is 100," says the third.
"That's wonderful," enthuses Einstein. "We can talk about new directions in the arts."

Finally it is time for the last roommate. "My IQ is 75," he offers.
Einstein places his hand on his chin and thinks a moment. He then asks the man, very slowly, "so, which way do you think interest rates are headed?"

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